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ROADSIDE RHYMES 



FRANKLIN BALDWIN WILEY 



FRANKLIN BALDWIN WILEY 



ROADSIDE RHYMES 



Plorem artis in te nil agends exitus? 

Horace. 



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CAMBRIDGE 

CHARLES W. SEVER 

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Copyright, 1885, 
By F. B. Wiley. 



All rights reserved. 



Knibersftj ^rcsst 
John Wilson and Son, Cambridge. 



CONTENTS. 



ROADSIDE RHYMES. * pagb 

The Ideal World 7 

Ad Finem . . . ■ II 

Y^ SoNGE OF Y^ Troubadour 14 

Intercession . 16 

The Coral Spray 17 

Eros 20 

On the Death of a Classmate 21 

Reaction 23 

SoMNiA Vana . • .24 

Reassurance 27 

Couleur de Rose 30 

In Acknowledgment 32 

To Irene 35 

Bryanti Mors 3^ 

Saint Agnes 39 

Premonition 41 



iv CONTENTS. 

Page 

The Mirror 42 

A Token 44 

Birthday Lines 45 

To Y^ Grey Ladye 47 

O Thou Art Like a Flower 50 

VALPINAR: OR, THE VISION ..... 53 



ROADSIDE RHYMES. 



Short swallow-flights of song. 

Tennyson. 



ROADSIDE RHYMES. 



THE IDEAL WORLD. 

When twinkling stars in twilight skies 

Contend with day's departing beam, 
The Ideal World's fair portals rise 

Mid golden glow and silvery gleam : 
And they, who pass its pearly gates, 

Attain a land of perfect peace. 
Where heavenly bliss forever waits, 

And earthly woes forever cease; 
And storms ne'er cloud the welkin's blue, 

Nor lash to foam the sapphire seas ; 
But softly drops the nightly dew. 

And sweetly blows the fragrant breeze; 



8 THE IDEAL WORLD. 

And beauty broods o'er hill, and cave, 
And field, and dell forevermore ; 

And music steals from every wave 
That ripples up the curving shore. 

No Summers shed a sultry glare 

On dusty plains and wilting bowers; 
No Autumns fill the mournfiil air 

With falling leaves and withered flowers; 
No Winters freeze the flowing streams, 

And darkly drive the drifting snow; 
Eternal Spring forever beams 

From stars above on flowers below: 
For subtle change, and slow decay, 

And grim destruction cannot mar 
A single bud, or leaf, or spray, 

Nor quench a solitary star; 
But far beyond those gates of pearl 

The vales extend, the plains expand, 
And time and death can ne'er unfurl 

Their standards in that lovely land. 



THE IDEAL WORLD. 

Each year, each month, each fleeting day, 

Each passing minute's headlong flight, 
Bears something from our Hves away 

To flourish in thbse fields of light; 
Each glory of the growing past 

Seeks refuge in that world of bliss, 
Whose widening bounds grow yet more vast 

With every moment fled from this: 
There envy's sneer and hatred's frown 

Are banished from each blissful face, 
And foiled ambition finds the crown 

It lost in its terrestrial race; 
There mercy dries the mourner's tear, 

And smooths the wrinkled brow of care* 
And every form that faded here 

In deathless life is blooming there. 

Ah, when the silver evening-star 

Allures our unreluctant feet 
From this world's harsh, incessant jar 

To that serene and still retreat. 



lO THE IDEAL WORLD. 

And all our woes and all our cares — 

Like Christian's burden — disappear 
Before the soft and soothing airs 

That wander through that happy sphere, 
How sweet the oft recurring thought 

That when our low descending sun 
At last attains the goal it sought, 

And life's eventful day is done, — 
Perchance beyond the fatal stream, 

Within the gates by angels pearled, 
We may complete this earthly dream 

And find in heaven our Ideal World, 



AD FINEM. II 



AD FINEM. 

[C. E. W.] 

O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, 
And the sound of a voice that is still ! 

Tennysok. 

Her latest breath is drawn : 
Her dove-like soul hath ta'en its skyward flight, 
And greets the glory of an endless dawn 

Beyond the gates of light. 

Long years have silvered o'er 
The dark brown tresses of her youth's bright Spring, 
And pierced her bosom to its inmost core 

With sorrow's deadly sting. 



12 AD FINEM. 

Ay, grief, and care, and toil 
Have left their trace upon that furrowed brow; 
Yet virtue's flowers within her soul's deep soil 

Blossomed as passed the plough. 

Adversity's dark cloud 
But dropped its shower of wisdom on her mind ; 
And when distress's thunders echoed loud 

Her heart was strong and kind. 

Her smile was as a light 
That sheds a cheering radiance over all, 
And scatters through the shadows of the night 

Its mute, inspiring call. 

When hope with flickering ray 
Had nearly ceased to light life's troubled flood, 
Unshaken in her faith she still could say, 

" His loving kindness, O how good ! " 

And when misfortunes came 
Till her bowed form could scarce sustain their weight, 
Through whitening lips her whispers were the same — 

" His loving kindness, O how great ! " 



AD FINEM. 13 

Life's skies became serene, 
And its vast ocean calm as summer sea, 
And still she gladly sang, with grateful mien, 

" His loving kindness, O how free ! " 

Year after year flew by, 
Yet ever floated her unvaried song 
In strains of sweetest rapture to the sky — 

" His loving kindness, O how strong ! " 

And when the hour drew nigh 
Whose gloomy close received her parting breath, 
Amid the saddened hush her last faint sigh 

"His loving kindness sung in death." 



14 y^ SONGE OF Y^ TROUBADOUR. 



YE SONGE OF YE TROUBADOUR. 

O Lovers male rave of their Mystresses' Eyes, 
& yeeld to y^ Brownest or Blackest y^ Prize; 
But neither soe quicklye can waken a Sighe 
As y^ Sunshiny Glance of a Bonnie Bleue Eye. 

'T wil melte in one Ogle a Bosom of Stone, 

& force it Love's Magicall Passion to owne; 

Then Who wolde not baske, tho' it cost him a Sighe, 

In y^ Hearte-thryllynge Beam of a Bonnie Bleue Eye? 

'Twil laughe in Delighte, & 'twil kyndle in Love 
Til it glowes lyke y^ Sunne in y^ Azure above; 
Then Who wolde not turne from y^ Brightest Bleue Sky 
To gaze in y* Heaven of a Bonnie Bleue Eye? 



V^- SONGE OF Y^ TROUBADOUR. 15 

In Sorrow 'twil weepe, & in Pitie 'twil beam 

Lyke a Brighte-cheering Raie o'er a Darke-flowing Streame ; 

Then Who vvolde not languish in Pain juste to He 

In y^ Softe, Tender Lighte of a Bonnie Bleue Eye? 

Iff Plato sholde looke from y^ Regions above, 

He'd forgett his Fantasticall Notions of Love, 

& quicklye wolde alle his Philosophie flye 

In y^ Soule-styrrynge Gaze of a Bonnie Bleue Eye. 

Soe Lovers male rave of their Mystresses' Eyes, 
& yeeld to y^ Brownest or Blackest y^ Prize; 
But neither soe quicklye can waken a Sighe 
As Heaven's Beste Mirror — a Bonnie Bleue Eye. 



1 6 INTERCESSION. 



INTERCESSION. 

August 29, 1879. 
Oliver Wendell Holmes, born August 29, 1809. 

Touch gently, Time, his heart whose flow 

Has filled the years with strains of sweetness — 
Whose morning flush, whose noonday glow 

Melt into evening's bright completeness: 
His fading locks — O tell us. Time, 

Thy frosty breath this change has wrought 'em. 
But that beneath the crusted rime 

Repose the ripened fruits of Autumn. 

And thou, kind Nature, though we know 

His life has filled thine olden measure, 
Let health delay the hand of snow 

Which numbing death extends at pleasure. 
To-day he reaps what he has sown 

At festal board and friendly meeting; 
The harvest of his life is mown 

And garnered in a nation's greeting. 



THE CORAL SPRAY. 17 



THE CORAL SPRAY. 

Far down in the depths of the dark blue sea, 

Where the waters hardly sway, 
Where the goldfish glides with a sportive glee, 

There once was a coral spray: 
Of a pearly pink was its surface tinct; 

Its form was of matchless grace; 
And ambition gave it the high instinct 

That belongs to the human race. 

" How I loathe the quiet that reigns around ! 

How r long to rise and be free — 
To look down where the frothy billows bound, 

That so long have looked down on me ! " 



1 8 THE CORAL SPRAY. 

So it summoned the coral insect hordes, 
And bade them begin to build ; 

It pierced the brine with its roseate swords 
Till the workers grew numb and chilled. 

In sunlight and shadow the sea moaned on ; 

Moon after moon waxed and waned ; 
Many a star from the sky was gone, 

In their places new orbs reigned ; 
And ships sailed over the desolate main, 

Or sank amid sailors' cries ; 
But the coral spray, with a cold disdain, 

Ever continued to rise ; 

Till at last, as it upward wreathed its arms 

Through the green and glassy brine, 
Lo ! playing over its glistening charms 

Did a sunbeam softly shine ; 
But scarce had it felt the genial glow, 

That shot to its inmost core. 
When the black clouds over the sky did blow, 

And the sunbeam shone no more. 



THE CORAL SPRAY. 19 

The angry billows, with furious roar, 

Swept over the coral spray, 
Till a rudderless ship, as she onward tore, 

Broke the trembling thing away: 
Down, down it hurried! But, as it sank. 

Rang agonized human tones; 
The crack of the spar, the crash of the plank. 

Were followed by gurgling groans. 

Far down in the depths of the dark blue sea, 

Where the waters hardly sway. 
Where the goldfish glides with a sportive glee, 

There glistens a coral spray: 
Beside it a sailor lies stiff and stark, 

Asleep on the ocean floor; 
He will rise one day from his slumbers dark, 

But the spray will rise no more. 



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20 EROS. 



EROS. 

A NEWE SONGE IN OLDE CLOATHES. 

In my Hearte there hath nestled a Beinge of Lighte 

Synce y^ Momente I lookt upon Thee; 
In Thy Smyle is its Daie, in Thy Frowne is its Nighte : 

Canst Thou guesse Who y^ Beinge maie be? 

Its Heaven is y^ Bleue of Thy beautyfulle Eyes, 

& it scekes for its twyn Brother there; 
But soe calme is their Gaze, soe complete their Dysguise, 

Y' it shrynkes from their Glance in Despayre. 

Yett it lives but for Thee, & withe Thee it wolde die, 
For my Hearte wolde soone breake on Thy Bier; 

& y^ Beinge wolde fade att my laste fatall Sighe, 
& dyssolve withe my laste fallynge Tear. 

Nowe Thy Cheekes are twyn Roses, & nowe Thine Eyes glowe 
Lyke y^ Starres thro' y^ Twylighte above ; 

Thou hast guess'd y^ swete Name of y^ Beinge, I knowe. 
For Thy Blushes are breathynge, — 'Tis LovE. 



ON THE DEATH OF A CLASSMATE. 21 



ON THE DEATH OF A CLASSMATE. 



Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death ! 

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Youth and the opening rose 
May look like things too glorious for decay, 

And smile at thee, — but thou art not of those 
That wait the ripened bloom to seize their prey. 

Mrs. Hemans. 



Underneath the crackling snow, while winter winds are sighing, 

And the clouded light of day in the west is dying. 

We have left her whom we mourn in solemn slumber lying. 

As the morning glory blooms through the earliest hours. 
As it withers ere the noon scorches leaves and flowers, — 
So she bloomed and faded from this weary world of ours. 



22 ON THE DEATH OF A CLASSMATE, 

Faded — while through anxious months fears remained unspoken; 
Faded — till the angel Death showed his ghastly token ; 
Then she breathed a sigh, and died, and our band was broken. 

Nevermore we '11 see her soul flash from that curtained eye ! 
Nevermore her marble cheeks resume their damask dye ! 
Nevermore her pallid lips part with a single sigh ! 

Glorious gleam the gates of pearl through which her soul has pressed ; 
Angels guard the jasper walls beyond whose borders blest 
The wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest. 

But the love that cheered a life with her soul has fled; 
Sorrow, by a stricken hearth, bows a mother's head ; 
For, O Death, thine arrow stings the living, not the dead. 



REACTION. 23 



REACTION. 

Spring breathes — her respiration breaks 

The melting coat of crusted snow; 
She whispers — each blue violet wakes, 

The robins build, the roses blow: 
Winter is past indeed! Life takes 

A fresher look, a brighter glow; 
And in each heart the violet wakes, 

The robins build, the roses blow. 



24 SOMNIA VAN A. 



SOMNIA VANA. 



Whether life may laugh or weep, 
Death the true waking — life the sleep. 

Sir E. B. Lytton. 



In frail mortality's swift bark we glide 

From its dark source down life's deceitful stream, 
And while the keel cuts through the curling tide 
We sleep, and idly dream. 

Though in the quick round of youth's golden hours 

The ruby lips of pleasure sweetest seem — 
Crumbling to ashes 'neath the kiss of ours, 
They leave a shattered dream. 



SOMNIA VAN A. 



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First love entraps us in its magic snare : — 

Earth seems more blest and heaven appears more bright ; 
Suns pour a softer radiance through the air, 
And moons a milder hght; 

Our eyes find beauty in one only face, 

Our ears drink music from one only voice; 
Love makes a paradise in every place 
That its first rays rejoice. 

But death destroys, or time's rude hands unbind 
Each mystic bond that stays the starry beam; 
Love's vision vanishes, and leaves behind 
The mockery of a dream. 

Ambition lures our lagging steps to climb 

The craggy steep where fame's far honors gleam; 
We gain the height, and find our sultry prime 
But gilds an idle dream. 

So with each surge, that lifts the flashing keel. 

New visions rise till the last wave has fled, 
And, ground to dust beneath death's iron heel. 
Our latest dream Hes dead; 



26 SOMNIA VAN A. ■ 

And evening's star shines through the sunset's gold 

And floods with flakes of pearl the silvery air; 
And each fond dreamer's furrowed brow is cold 
Beneath his frosted hair. 

Then through our eyelids glows a glorious ray 

Where life's last wave sobs on the sparkling shore, 
And, in the splendors of eternal day, 
VVe wake, and dream no more. 



REASSURANCE. 27 



REASSURANCE. 

Three thousand years ago king Solomon 
Said, "There is nothing new beneath the sun." 
Where, then, can I, amid the trite to-day, 
Find a fresh thought to beautify my lay? 

So cried a poet in acute despair; 
And lo ! an angel in the middle air, 
Who heard with pity that despondent cry, 
Suggested this encouraging reply: 

Three thousand years ago king Solomon 
Said, "There is nothing new beneath the sun." 
Yet, as the lusty centuries unrolled, 
Ilium's blind singer smote his harp of gold ; 



28 REASSURANCE. 

And Rome's sweet minstrel woke the silver strain 

Whose accents linger yet in Art's domain; 

And Avon's bard struck from his sunlit lyre 

The diamond thoughts that gemmed each vibrant wire. 

Down the long vista of departed years 

Steals many a strain of trembling hopes and fears — 

Each one imparting to the stormy breast 

Its patient sorrow or its peaceful rest. 

If they who sung had stayed for fresher thought, 
They would have died, and left their tasks unwrought ; 
But who would leave a pathway that is fair 
Because he sees another's footprint there? 

Mark the example Nature sets each year, 
When genial sunshine tells that Spring is near: 
The vernal grass doth not refuse to grow 
Because 't was grass that grew a year ago ; 

The leaves, the birds, the flowers, and the bees, 
The morning sunbeams and the twilight breeze 
Cease not to blow, to shine, to bloom, to soar, 
Because the same has oft been done before. 



REASSURANCE. 29 

Then care not if what thou dost yearn to say 
Already has been said, but sing thy lay: 
The thought, young poet, may be old, but he, 
Who says it best, at last must owner be. 



30 COULEUR DE ROSE. 



COULEUR DE ROSE. 

Emblems found not in the azure heaven, 
In the golden sun, the silver star, 

On the bank with purple violets paven, 
In the milk-white petaled nenuphar; 

Emblems found not in the emerald rushes, 
Mirrored in the wave that round them flows, 

Live immortal in the vernal blushes 

Of the garden's queen — the crimson rose. 

For those blushes symbolize the sources 
Of the life in earth, and sea, and air — 

Breathing in unsyllabled discourses 
Of a beautv that is evervwhere. 



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In each artery's pulsing current flashes 

Rosy tints that Hfe imprisons there — 
Tints it wooes within its myriad meshes 

From the crystal of the hueless air. 

In the dark blue dome that o'er us closes, 
Gemmed with rolling worlds that gleam afar, 

Sparkle through a veil of dewy roses 

Dawn's pale orb and evening's placid star. 

All around us roseate dyes are glowing. 

In the earth below, the skies above ; 
But the tenderest tints in their bestowing 

Mantle softly o'er the cheek of love : — ■ 

Love that seeks the maiden in all ages. 

As the sunbeam seeks the rose's bud, 
Till its rubric on her cheeks' pure pages 

Quivers warmly through in telltale blood : — 

Love that bids through life its damask linger 
On that cheek from whose chill, changeless air 

Death, with pallid brow and pulseless finger, 
Plucks the rose, and plants the lily there. 



32 IN ACKNOWLEDGMENT. 



IN ACKNOWLEDGMENT. 

[E. L. v.] 

Dead broke ! not even a pothook left 
On which to hang a single letter ! 

Deprived of breath, of words bereft ! 

A stammering, speechless, lucky debtor ! 

One moment since my teeming brain 

Held thought's wise owl and song's canar>' 

While, lately caged, a tAvittering train 
Of fancies filled its aviar>'. 

But presto ! mid the chirping birds 

In rushed your kindly wishes fluttering, 

And soaring thoughts and winged words 
Have flown, and left me wildly stuttering. 



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IN ACKNOWLEDGMENT. 33 

O Venus, at thy throne I '11 bend, 
And ever hymn thy beauty's praises, 

If of thy stores thou wilt but lend 

Some honeyed words, some sugared phrases: 

Or send the sunbeam of thy smile 

To thaw the ice of an " I thank you," 

And from the Tiber to the Nile 

O'er every goddess I will rank you. 

Ah, Venus cannot hear my prayer; 

But if I look throughout creation, 
Perhaps in earth, or sea, or air, 

I '11 find a source of inspiration. 

In vain ! I gaze until the eye 

Is dazzled with the light, the motion. 

Of sunlit leagues of azure sky. 

And billowy miles of dark blue ocean. 

Can earth bestow what sky and sea 

Possess not in their ample dower? 

Behold, as if to answer me. 

Upon the table blooms — a flower. 

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34 /A' ACKNOWLEDGMENT. 

When language fails, when voices break, 
When eager lips are dumb with feeling, 

Then Nature's radiant powers awake — 
Her silent eloquence revealing. 

What faltering tongues cannot express 
Finds symbols in the garden bowers ; 

Take pity, then, on my distress, 

And read my thanks in these bright flowers. 



TO IREXE. 35 



TO IRENE. 

Irene, from what heaven afar 

Beams tlirough the beaut}' of thy face 

Thy spirit, like the silver star 

That brightens through the western space 

WTiere sunset's radiant glories are? 

Lo ! framed in hyacinthine hair, 

I see thy lustrous loveliness; 
It breathes of realms beyond the air, 

And makes our mortal mould express 
Those looks that only angels wear. 



36 BRYANTI MORS. 



BRYANTI MORS. 

June 12, 1878. 

. • • • * 

'T were pleasant, that in flowery June, 

• • • • • 

The sexton's hand, my grave to make, 
The rich, green mountain-turf should break. 

Bryant. 

Voluptuous month, whose golden hours 
With transient glory crown the year, 

Thy daintiest buds and fairest flowers 
Must now adorn thy poet's bier; 



BRYANTI MORS. 37 

Thy greenest turf must deck his grave; 

Thy gentlest rill must ripple there; 
Thy grandest trees above it wave 

Their branches in the silvery air: 

Thy bluest sky must o'er it bend 

In benediction from afar, 
And day and night upon it send 

Thy softest rays from sun and star; 
For all his purest, holiest love 

Around thy radiant beauties clung. 
And sweet with strains inspired above 

For thee his saddest lay was sung. 

He loved thee, for he loved all things 

Created by the hand of God — 
The snow-crowned peaks, the icy springs. 

The fleecy clouds, the flowery sod, 
The sky-bound prairie's billowy miles. 

The rushing streams, the restless sea, — 
He looked, and lo ! their sweeter smiles 

And brighter aspects came with thee. 



38 BRYANTI MORS. 

He died as he had wished to die, 

While thy broad realms were all aflame; 
Soft was the breeze and blue the sky 

When the destroying angel came; 
Night lingered yet on land and sea, 

But heaven's bright morning shone for him- 
That morning of eternity 

At which all earthly dawns grow dim. 



SAINT AGNES. 39 



SAINT AGNES. 

WRITTEN AFTER SEEING G. G. FISH'S PICTURE. 

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Around her head the furious flames are curling; 

Their fierce caresses seal her beauty's doom; 
Yet through their smoky breath about her whirling 

She looks to heaven — forgetful of the tomb. 

Beyond the gloom of death's unfolding portal 
She sees the radiance of unending day, 

And glorious forms, unfading and immortal, 
That throng to greet her from life's weary way. 

Unheeded, in the rapture of that vision, 
Are hate and torture, agony and death; 

For starry Faith has shown the home elysian. 
Whose gates of pearl receive her parting breath. 



SA/AT AG.VES. 



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Yet 5ti!! the sc .:. .. ._ ,_ __r.% 

Thai once she beard, we hear 2-pin ttxiay. 



It never caDs upoa ns now to vanquish 

The bnming^ fs^fots and the blac^sned stake. 

Bat to sczz:~ Ion., toil, and anguish 

\\Tt±:u: i z:- :! "b the heaxt should break. 

And ever when, o p pressed beyond endmance. 
Our courage Alters and our Ibotsteps hIL 

And even hope's bnght rainbow of assurance 
No kM^er arches o'er life's darkened Tale, 

O star of Faitfa, o'er doody fears victorioos. 

E_:;: _- . __::: the rtfts at last tby placid ravs; 
And lo! oar wistfol faces are made giorious; 
Death has no sdng while on thy l^;ht we gaze. 



PREMOXITION. 41 



PREMONITION. 

With heart as free as wind or wave, 

I laugh at those whom Love beguiles, 
And boldly mark and safely brave 
His most alluring smiles. 

And yet I know she somewhere stands — 
She I shall love — my joy, my queen — 
In what fair form, in what far lands, 
As yet unknown, unseen. 

But I shall find her fairest face — 

Her glance will gleam upon my ken — 
Somewhere — I know not in what place ; 
Sometime — I know not when. 



42 THE MIRROR. 



THE MIRROR. 

[n. l. f.] 

In my room, upon the mantel, rests a mirror in its frame; 

And some gorgeous tiger-lilies, dashed with black and fringed with flame, 

Mottled brown, and green, and golden, cluster gaily round the same. 

Many quaint and curious objects are reflected in the glass; 

Many faces peer into it; many sunbeams, and alas! 

Many shadows there are mirrored as the hours slowly pass. 

But the shadows and the sunbeams on its polished surface cast, 
And the faces and the figures one by one go flitting past. 
Till the silence and the darkness find it all unstained at last. 



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THE MIRROR. 43 

And the burning tiger-lilies, those in bud and those in bloom, 
Never droop, nor wilt, nor wither in the hot air of my room — 
In the sultry breath of summer — in the sunshine and the gloom. 

Round the glass their glowing petals shine as fresh and bright of hue 
As when they were first depicted by the skilful hand which drew 
With a touch beneath whose magic leaves and flowers fairly grew. 

May your life, O lovely artist, like the gift you gave to me, 
While reflecting every object which around that life may be. 
Always mirror heaven's true sunlight, while its shadows ever flee. 

May your friendships, like the flowers that around the mirror twine, 

Never fading, never changing, whether earthly or divine. 

Round your whole existence cluster till its light has ceased to shine. 

And as silently and slowly o'er that light the dark is cast. 

May the manifold reflections one by one go flitting past, 

And the white and dreamless angel find it all unstained at last. 



44 A TOKEN. 



A TOKEN. 

I WATCHED beside her till the light 

Had slowly turned from gold to gray, 
And beaming on the brow of night 

A star proclaimed the close of day; 
But as the moon arose and threw 

In silvered outlines on the floor 
The casement crossed with vines that grew 

About the blinds — I watched no more. 

For life at last had left to death 

Her ransomed spirit's empty shell, 
And unto me the fluttering breath 

And anguish of her last farewell: 
I turned away, and yet the sting 

Was soothed, — for, as I turned, afar 
The glitter of an angel's wing 

Shot downward from a distant star. 



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WRITTEN IN A COPY OF CLARKE'S "INDIAN SUMMER." 



[l. I. F.] 

Dear Lillian, in this gift of mine 

Perchance a seer might see 
On every leaf a happy sign 

Of what your life may be ; 
And, as he turned its pages o'er, 

Discern in sketch and rhyme 
Bright symbols of that life before 

Its Indian Summer time. 



46 BIRTH DA Y LINES. 

Each printed page and painted leaf 

May represent a day 
As bright and sweet, but not as brief 

And Hmited as they; 
And when your book of Hfe is bound - 

With months, and days, and hours 
To fill its leaves — it may be found 

A book of songs and flowers. 

But, as the present is the scope 

Of all that I can view, 
My hearty wish and earnest hope 

Are always this — may you, 
As long as flowers charm the sight, 

And songs enchant the ear, 
Find them for aye as fresh and bright 

As in your eighteenth year. 



TO Y^ GREY LA DYE. 47 



TO YE GREY LADYE. 

In sober Gowne of modeste Grey, 

& Hatt of Quaker hue, 
I saw You passe, daie after daie, 

& did not dreame 't was You : 
Forgive me, Love ! How colde I tell 

Y' You indeede were She 
Whom I was soone to love soe well, 

& not y^ Grey Ladye, 



48 TO Y^ GREY LAD YE. 

& yett before I knew 't was You, 

Ere yett I 'd even scann'd 
Your darlynge Face soe fayre & treue, 

Or ever touch'd Your Hande, 
I used to feele a sudden Thril 

Whenever You pass'd bye, 
As iff my Hearte itselfe stood stil 

Because its Fate was nighe. 

& when att laste We met, it seem'd 

As iff y^ Momente threw 
Y* Charme of alle I 'd thought or dream'd 

About love over You : 
Y^ Sabbath glorie round You fell 

As iff it were Your Owne ; 
Y« Musick of y^ Sabbath bell 

Seem'd rival'd by Your Tone. 

I loved You — not as I have growne 
To love You synce — butt when 

I first felte Your Hande in my Owne, 
Swete Hearte, I loved You then. 



TO Y^ GREY LA DYE. 49 

Y^ Love, w*^'* first took Roote y* Houre 

Soe many Months ago, 
Through Winter storme & Summer shoure 

Hath never ceased to Grovve ; 
Its glowynge Passion-floures before 

My Darlynge's Feet I caste, 
For You to weare Forevermore, 

My First Love & my Laste, 



50 O THOU ART LIKE A FLOWER. 



O THOU ART LIKE A FLOWER. 

FROM THE GERMAN OF HEINRICH HEINE. 

THOU art like a flower — 

As sweet, and pure, and bright; 

1 look at thee, and sadness 
Is mixed with my delight. 

Methinks to lay my hand on 
Thy head would be but meet, 

And pray that God ma}' keep thee 
As bright, and pure, and sweet. 



VALPINAR: 

OR, 

THE VISION. 

All that I saw returns upon my view ; 
All that I heard comes back upon my ear. 

Wordsworth. 



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VALPINAR: 

OR, 

THE VISION. 

I. 

I HAD a vision when the noonday sun 

Shot through my covert's leafy canopy 
His scorching beams. A vapor, rolling dun, 

Had slowly wrapped in dim obscurity 
Each varied scene that erst had charmed mine eye — 

The checkered sward, the glassy gliding stream, 
The dale bedight with flowers, the turquoise sky, 

And in the distance, white and far, the gleam 
Of snow-capped mountains. 

But anon, the mist 

Rose like a curtain, and disclosed an old 

And ruined castle, gray with moss and mould. 
And crumbled where the lips of countless years had kissed. 



54 VALPINAR: 

The shock of earthquake, or the wrath of man 
Had rent one tottering tower, and darkly yawned 
The ragged breach that ruthless might had spawned : 

The crumbling battlements, the moat that ran 

Below them, e'en the shaking turrets on a neighboring hill 

Retained the scars of dire destruction still. 

While wonder yet, or subtle charm compelled 
My tongue to silence, there approached me one 

Whose bending body crowned by frosty eld 

Announced a life nigh ended. In his hand 

A staff was feebly grasped, that, like a silent son, 

Sustained him as he walked, and aided him to stand. 

Youth, said the sage, thy spirit may be bold ; 

Yet from my spell thou canst not break until my tale is told. 



OR, THE VISION. 55 



II. 

From sea to sea the name of Valpinar 
Was terrible : no chieftain dared dispute 
His potent blade. Throughout the mute, 

Though populous land, from rising sun to evening-star, 
His dictate was the law; and men grew pale, 

And trembled at his advent. Those afar 
Were governed by the iron flail 
Of disciplined despotism that makes the boldest quail. 

And when, seizing the kingly purple, he 

Hurled from the throne its crowned nonentity, 

And thus o'ertopped the haughtiest in the nation. 

None ventured to oppose his usurpation. 

His skill, his valor, and his mighty name 

Awed neighboring nations into peace. O'er-seas 

The orient galleys, deep with freightage, came; 
And commerce spread her canvas to the breeze; 

The din of anvils followed that of arms. 

And useless cannon, turned to useful ploughs, 



56 VALPINAR: 

Furrowed the fallow land of countless farms, 
And often ploughed the self-same spot 
Where once had ploughed their smoking shot; 

And when the autumn sun on bending boughs 
Looked down, and yellow fields, the useless swords 

Were hammered into sickles, and again 
Throughout the land went hireling harvest hordes. 

And bearded grain was reaped instead of bearded men. 

So peace and plenty crowned the smiling land: 
And Valpinar the king looked forth in pride, 
And marked the cheerful households far and wide, 

And ruddy blazing hearths on every hand ; 

Then lifting up his eyes, he saw the wall 

Encompassing the imperial capital. 

And marked the marble palaces that rose 

Amid the gardens, like the sparkling snows 

On Himalaya's crest, or like the drifts 

Of fleecy cloud that lie where morning lifts 

Its gorgeous banners from the ocean bed ; 

And pride puffed up his heart, and the king said : — 

" Is not this city great that I have built 
Of polished stone and marvelous masonry. 



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OR, THE VISION. $7 

By might of mind, by blood like water spilt, 

And for the honor of my majesty ! " 
And while the words yet lingered on his lips, 
His exultation suffered drear eclipse; 
For from the heaven there fell a voice that said : — 

"Thine empire hath departed." And the king, 
Trembling, confounded, gazed about in dread. 

But heard no further sound, and saw not anything. 

Within the stately palace of his realm 

The king sat on his throne of gold in thought; 
Fast-thronging fears combined to overwhelm 

His dauntless spirit, and his aspect caught 
The quick contagion of his mood, for cold. 

And moist, and pale appeared his pensive brow 
Beneath its royal weight of massy gold, 

Crusted with gems sufficient to endow 
The daughter of a modern Croesus, — bright 
With many a ruby, pearl, and chrysolite. 
Round him were ranged the pillars of his throne — 
The men whose hearts and hands he trusted as his own; 
His quick and crafty veteran counsellors, 
All robed in rustling silks and glossy furs; 



58 VALPINAR: 

The captains of his legions cased in steel, — 
Full-bearded, sunburnt, stout of heart, and leal. 
A murmur in the distance stirred the air: 

Nearer it drew, and nearer, till the doors 
Swung noiseless back, and up the marble stair, 

Through columned halls, o'er tessellated floors, 
Advanced a knight in armor toward the king. 
" To the usurper, Valpinar, I bring 
Defiance from Omartes. There 's my gage." 
Loud on the pavement rang the warrior's wage, 
And as it fell he slowly stepped aside; 
But in his stead another stood, and cried : — 
" I bear defiance from the king, Louchage, 
To Valpinar the traitor. There's my gage." 
And at his gauntlet's clang he strode away. 
While these were speaking, o'er the ashen gray 
Of Valpinar's pale cheek a flush had swept; 
And as the last knight from the presence stept. 
The king's hot anger fierce broke forth : — " What ho 

Drag those audacious heralds back. 

And test their courage on the rack 

Till joints, and bones, and sinews crack: 
We '11 teach the miscreants manners — and yet, no ! 



OR, THE VISION. ~ 59 

A herald's rights are sacred. Let them go. 

But on their kings shall fall the punishment and woe." 

Then to the vast hall's vaulted roof arose 

The shout of thousands: — "Woe unto our foes!" 

Summer was wreathed in roses when the call 

Of war first roused the land to arms. The blows 
Of flails announced the autumn festival, 

When Valpinar wooed battle from his foes. 
Then shrilled the shout of onset; then on high 
Glittered the golden gonfalons against the sky; 
Then kettle-drums and brazen trumpets broke 
The ominous silence, and far off awoke 
The awkward culverins, and loudly pealed 
Their sharp reports across the battle-field. 
Then shook the ample plain beneath the shock 

Of rival armies met in full career; 
Then did the opposing standards almost interlock 

O'er many a dinted shield and shivered spear; 
Then rose the shriek of sudden death, the cry 
For partial mercy, and the fierce reply. 
The wounded charger's weirdly human neigh, 
And all the mournful sounds that mark a fatal fray. 



6o VALPINAR: 

The battle's fate still in the balance hung, 
When Valpinar upon his charger sprung, — 
Marked where the banners of the allied kings 

Swung in the sulphur of the battle-breeze — 
Then as a swooping falcon swiftly wings 

Upon its prey, or through the stormy seas 
Cuts the stanch vessel's prow to port, he cleft 
The mail-clad myriads as a weaver's weft, 
And grasped the flag by which Omartes stood. 

Above the quailing king his falchion swung 

When in his ear the words of warning rung : — 
" Thine empire hath departed." 

Through his blood 
An icy fear pulsated ; with a gasp, 

He let both sword and banner drop from his nerveless grasp, 
And, with a cry of anguish, turned and fled, 

Leaving his captains palsied with dismay: 
So, ere the twilight stars shone overhead, 

His foes remained the victors of the day. 

" Ay, 't is success makes right, and failure, wrong." 
So Valpinar thought still, within his strong 
Ancestral castle cooped by rebel bands 



OR, THE VISION. 6 1 

Of his own fickle subjects. At his hands, 

While king, they had received all but their body's breath, 

Yet now they clamored loud : — " Death to the tyrant, death ! 

Long was the struggle; and the issue long 
Was doubtful : but the wild besieging throng. 
At length taught wisdom, concentrated all 
Their heaviest ordnance on the curtain wall 
Of yonder tottering tower; and when it fell. 
Through yonder gaping breach, with fiendish yell, 
The pack of human blood-hounds burst their way. 

Within the court-yard of the castle drew, 

Around their king, the last surviving few 
Of those defenders who had kept at bay 
The fiercest of the fierce assaulting band. 
In swarmed the insurgent forces: hand to hand 
The desperate struggle raged, and one by one 
His faithful vassals fell, and Valpinar stood alone. 
His king-like posture and his royal glance 

Compelled the awe-struck rabble to recede; 
Above his head he poised a ponderous lance, 

That in his grasp did quiver like a reed ; 
But as he thus in act to fling it stood, 
Once more he heard the words that chilled his blood : — 



62 VALPINAR 

" Thine empire hath departed." 

With a clang, 
His bloodless weapon on the pavement rang; 
His lightning glances wandering grew, and weak; 
Dropped his raised arm, and paled his ruddy cheek; 
Through his blue lips strange murmurs went and came, 
And aguish tremblings shook his giant frame. 
Then, with recovered courage, howled the rebel hordes : 
" Death to the tyrant ! " And their thirsty swords 
Drank deep the blood of Valpinar. But roar 
And violence could trouble him no more; 
The fearful strain at last had snapped the silver string, 
And his proud spirit had already taken wing. 
And when his helm was raised, around his brow 
The erewhile raven locks were blanched, for fear 
Had in an instant done the work of many a year, 
And his once arrowy form was bent as now. 

Behold, O youth, the ghost of Valpinar, 

Permitted in dim visions to recall 
His warnful fate to those, whoe'er they are, 

That rest upon the spot which saw his fall 
Thrice ninety years ago. 



OR, THE VISION, 63 



III. 

Slow from my sight 
The vision faded, and the mist rolled down: 
I woke, and in the west the sunset light 

Circled the hill-tops with a golden crown; 
Across the dale, and o'er the glassy stream 
Reflected sunbeams cast a yellow gleam; 
And one lone mountain summit, white and far, 
Glittered against the blue sky, like a star. 



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